So hey there loves.
Yesterday was menopause day, aka CD 366. One full year with no period.
The past year has been filled with chin pimples and fading hair, skin that is thinning everywhere, showing the impact of gravity and estrogen loss.
As someone who lived, it seemed, cycle to cycle for so many years. A late cycle would bring hope then torment and sadness. The year before last was a year of long periods, of wondering more than once if maybe, just maybe........ but then a panic would set it, what if? and what if I had a loss? And I think that might have happened but I did not check with sticks or temping... just waited things out.
Once, my first long cycle, I was sure I was pregnant. And the mixture of emotions was profound. Amazement. Fury. Hope. Fear. and then, when the bleeding started, such immense loss. And then, the next time, I mostly felt loss, that I was officially out of the zone of possibility, no way for a good outcome even if... and to feel my body changing, to see it changing.... well, some changes are easier than others.
So today marks perhaps the first day of not wondering.
A feeling of in between. No longer that. Not yet wholly and fully this.
Maiden, mother, crone. and the middle one holy moly mo-cro.
I am both.
not a day goes by where I don't feel wonder, even if it is wonder and madness.
So here we are. in the middle of the middle.
